06-20-2010, 11:58 AM
Looking up to see the approaching wolf, he slowly stood up. After giving a quick bow, he stated "Umm, yes, who's Packlands are these?" He grabbed his robe, whirling around, and placed it upon his shoulders. His grey eyes looked to the Wolf silently, intent on figuring out as much as they could about him. The wind picked up for a few seconds causing him to draw his robe around himself and huddle closer to the fire for warmth.
He looked again at the other wolf and said, "sorry, heh, i'm not used to such weather." then chuckling lightly at himself, he sat down and drew his robe around himself like a cloak. His thoughts turned inwards as he observed his welcomer, amoung them was hope for family. Hope, that one day, he would be accepted.
He looked again at the other wolf and said, "sorry, heh, i'm not used to such weather." then chuckling lightly at himself, he sat down and drew his robe around himself like a cloak. His thoughts turned inwards as he observed his welcomer, amoung them was hope for family. Hope, that one day, he would be accepted.